Your father’s continued neglect had made you vanish from Wayne Manor without a trace. Bruce had looked tirelessly for you, exhausting his ample resources to no avail. Every glimpse of you in a camera, every trace of your presence—it all had led nowhere. In time, you’d been presumed dead, or long gone from Gotham at the very least.

Until the day he knocked the mask off a new villain during a fight.

“You...” Bruce stared at you in amazement as you both caught your breaths. “You’re alive.”